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	Thoughts from the soul.
	Army of me
	Healed.
	Shamelessly, shamefully open.
	Growing numb emptyness.

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Cloudy Clown

01-06-2016

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Seasons of love.

Once upon a heartwarming morning in spring,
I woke up to those little birds that love to sing.
The red roses blooming wild and untamed in an open field,
and all damage of past winter was now officially healed.
In all lied beauty without one trace of sorrow,
and all of this thanks to Mother Nature who provided us with one seed to borrow...

It was on a very warm midday in summer,
that the sea for a moment was my greatest lover.
The refreshing touch of water upon my skin,
went beyond flesh and bones and touched my soul deep within.
For days like this could last an eternity.
And for all I knew, so far December was nowhere to be seen.

On a cold and early autumn evening,
I watched the sun and flowers leaving.
Yet, my sadness soon dissapeared and turned into beliefs,
along with the changing patterns of the tree's falling leafs.
From yellow, to orange, to the darkest of red,
it made me realise that naturevwas far from dead.
It was just another phase of life that was ready to live,
another blessing from our earth to give.

On the palest of a pale and cold winter night,
I yet wasn't cold, for the moon held me tight.
The moon that was as white as the snow beneath it,
was by myself experienced stronger than any candle I could've lit.
For after months of pure glory, our nature was sleeping.
And due to all the attempts with overwhelming beauty, for once not hearing the souls still weeping.
The snow that covered it like the thickest blanket,
would prevent her from waking by the arrival of a new sunset...

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